#d:2

[abdulaziz2026]

مع الحل.

[caroleyre]

A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small box is attached with a note from mentor Glitter Caulder. Inside is a trail mix pack, dried fruit pack, & crackers. The note reads: “You're doing well.”

[hjschwartz-blog]

bury your home;

On the way to church Sunday morning, I was listening to music and it sparked a question: how can you fit a house in a 6 foot grave? I laughed a little because I was shocked suddenly by how we acquire and want and gather... and what for? (Also note: I had no idea Pastor Shawn was talking about Greed this week. I couldn't remember what was next.) Why do we do that? I'm very content with having what I need. I don't want a huge house, or a big yard (just big enough to play with future children in).. I don't need a brand new car (just on that works and doesn't leave me stranded) or lots of jewelry (I only wear three pieces and that's because they were gifts and mean something) or really anything too nice (I feel like my Samsung Galaxy is too nice and I have the s3.. I feel no need for the s5 or whatever). I take on that guilt we should leave behind... I don't need those things when people starve every night and one item of mine (if I sold it) could be 10 houses somewhere else, you know? I have a hard enough time throwing away food I can't eat or washing my car when some people don't even have water to drink. But it's funny, isn't it? We hoard nice things and keep up with the rest of the wealthy world and yet where do we put these things in the end? They rot and they're worthless. Someday, someone will throw them away and they will mean nothing. They will be outdated and useless. No one will want our homes; they will remodel or demolish them for new ones. No one will want our phones; they will laugh at them and wonder how we even used them. Our clothes will fade. Things will start over.  So why do we live as if we're taking all of this stuff with us? Nobody digs a whole underground city for us to store what we have.  Here's what I want: I want my entire grave filled to the brim. I really do. I want to take stuff with me.

But not with things. With soul. And memories. And love. I want my soul so filled when I die, that I can't fit it in a tiny grave. And so Heaven is the only place that can hold it.  I took a lot of notes Sunday and points that got to me were: Things break. They will never satisfy. You will always want an want and want. You will need new and better. You will have to keep up with technology that changes every single day and it will NEVER be good enough. It won't. It will fail you. People will fail you. Money will fail you. You won't have enough.  When you step back from the chaos in life and look upon it... none of those things matter. You can be the richest person on earth and still be so poor without the love of God. HE never fails. He always provides. He always keeps you safe. He gives you not a thing you can't handle. I want to be rich too.. but not with money. With love and with soul. At the end of my life, I want people to be able to see that with, or without,  money and THINGS, I was rich and I was happy. That I did good things with what I had and didn't have. That I gave even when I had nothing to give.. and I gave even more when I did.  I want my grave so full of love, of heart, of soul, and of God.  I want to give back and bless the world 100x more than God has blessed me. (And let me tell you, that's a lot. ) I don't want to make a difference, I want to be the difference.. and it starts with hoarding God and his word, not things.  I want to have and seek what will last me for the rest of eternity, not the blink of an eye. I don't want things. Not anymore. I want the only thing that will ever satisfy.